Moving is never easy, it is a stressful, emotional and overwhelming process which usually brings out the moodiest, not so nice, part of me. My husband and I have moved eight times since we got married thirteen years ago! We are not in the real estate business nor restore homes as a side hustle. The many twist and turns in our lives have made the decision to move each time the best one for our family. Our moves have been local, I think the furthest one only about 20 miles from one place to the next one. Thank the Lord!
I have never admitted this out loud but in a strange way I enjoyed the process of moving. The idea of purging, cleaning, reflecting on all of the things we have accumulated as a family and the memories we have created in our home has always been a time of reflection for me. As I started to pack boxes and pulled our belongings together out of stacked closets and drawers I couldn’t help it but to reminisce about the moments we had created in our home, some bitter and some very sweet. I tried my hardest to sit with each memory for a bit and the same way I packed away our life, I tried to compartmentalized each moment and stored it away in my memory bank.
This one by far, was the hardest move for all of us, she was such a good house, HOME to us. I remember vividly sitting on the dock with the hubs on the day we closed on our home, yes, our home on the water, our dream home! We knew she needed some TLC, but she was ours and we were determined to make it our family home. Our plan was to raise our family, host birthday parties, graduation celebrations, toast engagements and weddings, this was it, our last move, right? wrong!
Here we go again, after numerous talks with the hubs, it was time again, time to let go and to move on, once again the BEST decision for our family. Lots of key elements helped us make the decision, school districts, future repairs the home would need, the offer and instinctively in our guts the best decision for us.
After lots of tears, many second and third thoughts, it was time, we had to let it go. Not gonna to lie guys, there were moments throughout this process were I was hoping the buyers would not be able to qualify for their loan or they would change their minds but things landed exactly where they are suppose to be.
I am big believer in creating an opportunity for closure, I think is a critical step to move forward, to take the next step. It was important to me that my kids had the opportunity to say goodbye to their home. The hubs and I spoke with them on multiple occasions about our next adventure, our middle one is 12 years old, so it was easier for him to understand the process of it all. My youngest one just wanted to make sure all of her belongings were coming with her to the new place, I think she must have asked us this questions at least 100 times! I watched my kiddos slide on their socks through our empty home one last time and heard comments like, “this doesn’t even look like our home.” Saying goodbye was tough, but damn it, I was determined to keep it together. Yeah, not so much, I took one glance at my son who was trying so hard not to cry, and I completely lost it. My heart just broke, I wanted a do-over so badly - Did we make the wrong decision?! I gave my son a big hug and told him to look around at the empty hallways and rooms and reminded him that what he was looking at was just a structure - a good one to us and now a good one to another family. I told him that a home is not where you live, but a home is the memories people create with their family and friends. I told him to hold onto to the memories we had created in our beautiful home and to reflect on those from time to time with gratitude. Not sure if he really listened to what I told him or if what I told him was the right thing to say, but I did not care, I was just happy I was able to make him feel better. Nothing breaks my heart more than seeing my kids sad.
It’s only been a few weeks since our move, have half of our life in a storage warehouse and we have managed to cram the other half in a condo. We sold the house very quickly and closed at record speed, leaving no time to look for another home. We also wanted to take a pause and really think about our next step, do we build a home, restore one, etc.. too many questions to figure out in less than 4 weeks!
We are slowly but surely finding our groove, pictures are hung up, the moving boxes are all gone and we have started to get back into our daily routine. I have made several trips to HomeGoods, Target and T.J.Maxx to replace the things I accidentally threw away or placed in storage. I also love the idea of adding some new touches to our place, a new lamps or throw pillows, etc.
I still have my moments when I miss my backyard on the water or my large kitchen but when I feel like this I remind myself that our home is wherever we are as a family. I know this sounds very cliche’ but it is SO true. Other than the ability to pack and unpack a house very efficiently, moving as many times as we have, has taught me to appreciate what I have when I am in it and to value the important things in life, my family, friends and the people I love. I believe my kids see this, I think they are aware (other than when fighting with each other) of the importance of family. I think they are slowly starting to realize that making memories are about those random times that makes us smile and make us closer as a family and we can make new ones in our cozy condo :)